A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Hagy mókázzunk

Hagy mókázzunk ezen az estén
Gyerünk, szeress bele a szemeimbe
Az ajkaid olyanok mint a csokoládé.
Ami nekem tetszik.
 
Nem kell hogy gazdag és vonzó légy
Csak legyél jó és adj nekem virágot
Nem kell erősnek és durvának lenni
Hogy megrengesd a világom.
 
Hisz te vagy a fiú, aki győzni fog
Csak két jó szó is elég lesz
Kék csillag ragyog az égen
Te vagy aki a titkot tudja.
 
Hagy mókázzunk ezen az estén
Gyerünk, szeress bele a szemeimbe
Az ajkaid olyanok mint a csokoládé.
Ami nekem tetszik.
 

Russia

Powdered boozers
Show me, tell me
Powdered boozers
Show me, tell me
Kill, drink vodka
Become merrier
Kill, drink vodka
Become merrier
 
Go Russia 1
Go, come on!
Show 'em
Go, come on!
Go Russia
Go, come on!
Show 'em
 
Vova has curlers
Come in and pass over
Open up and finish off
Dance it out, Dance it out
Vova has curlers
Come in and pass over
Open up and finish off
 
Go Russia
Go, come on!
Show 'em
Go, come on!
Go Russia
Go, come on!
Show 'em
 
Snow wogs2 in Moscow
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
And wogs, and wogs
 

• 1. A reference to the song called 'Фабрика - Россия чемпионка' - a popular stadium song to support the Russian team
• 2. 'Хач' - offensive slang for any person native to the Caucasus region (Georgian, Azerbaijani, Chechen, Armenian, Abkhazian, etc.)

Let's go Sarajevan Girl

Sarajevan girl, let's go, dear, let's go
To my village together, together
I'll saddle you on my horse
Aman, we'll elope together
 
I have a big forest dear
And a colorful garden
In the middle of it grows a cherry
Aman, sweeter than sugar
 
How great for you my man
When you ride on your horse
A gold bit mouthpiece
Aman, mame girl
 
Sarajevan girl, don't fret, dear, don't fret
Don't say anything to anyone
I'll bring you my dear
Aman, to where the nightingales sing
 
The forest is huge, dear, huge
And I'm a little lady
A snake could bite me
While listening to the nightingale
 

Poor Of Me

Very sad I live
poor of me!
Unable to find a remedy,
just for loving you
my life is like this.
 
I want to be a shadow in the night,
poor of me!
To contemplate you when you sleep,
just for loving you
my life is like this.
 
More or less in the early morning
Poor me!
To wake you up with a kiss
just for loving you
my life is like this.
 

March in step, one, two, three

Ah-... Ah-...
 
At daybreak, the sounds of war songs resound throughout the village roads,
their bayonets high, the soldiers advance on the road of training.
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
 
Your mothers, which have cooked your food, affectionately wave their hands,
through out your chests, majestically walk forwards, brazenly.
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
 
Ah-...
 
Before the troops, the Great Commander's star shines on the deep-red flag,
we, who are close to the spirit of Mt. Baekdu, are the ones who will fulfil it.1
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
Ah-... Ah-...
March in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
Ah-... Ah-... One, two three!
 

• 1. Unsure about this part.

For those who are not around

It seems that I can depict all with words,
Foundation formed by these images:
Clouds above our heads,
Clattering of a tram, amble of a horseshoe,
Cuneiform of canals and buildings,
Whims of the store signs,
Tongue-tied articulation of my wishes,
Flashing and screaming window ads,
Prattle of dreams, tremor of repentance,
Fairytale told on the late rainy nights -
Only all of this is hidden behind an invisible edge,
Where you no longer dwell and thus world is unfinished.
 

The Flowers of Night

I picked the flowers of night
Picked them in the field of the damned
Picked them all nights through
Poison was in those sorrowful flowers
 
I drank the liquor of passion
Drank that deadly liquor
Drank it in the hours of pleasure
I sold my soul in return
 
And now, on the quaking mountain
A black horse is hoofing on the ground
Sable is the mane on his withers
The devil himself can't humble him.
 
He will gallop across the meadow
He will race through the field of the damned
Fire is in the blazing eyes
Fire is in the red-hot chest
 
Maybe, I'll be alone in the night
When he dashes past me
Maybe, solely the flowers of night
Will come out in the dew of blood. (X2)
 

Give me the guitar

I need nothing, nothing but forest, nothing but the sky.
I need nothing.
What I have is enough.
I don't have much, just myself and an old guitar
and the longing for the caravan and the trail.
 
Ah, give me the guitar, I'll be singing for you
and if you want, I'll dance and I'll go around the world.
Give me the guitar with which many years
together with the caravan I've traveled around almost the whole world.
 
I don't need money,
it doesn't bring happiness for me.
I want to dance, I want to sing to comfort the tears.
I don't need anything.
What I have is enough.
What is left for the Gypsy? Just singing, playing!
 
Ah, give me the guitar, I'll be singing for you
and if you want, I'll dance and I'll go around the world.
Give me the guitar with which many years
together with the caravan I've traveled around almost the whole world.
 

How many fallen soldiers lying...

Versions: #2
How many fallen soldiers lying along the roads-
Who counted, who will!..
It's reported in the bulletins of *Informbureau
Only about how many of the enemy killed.
 
But don't think, that we got away without losing personal-
Just like that, just like that, someone is a liar...
You see, in the field, frozen like shot animal,
Crippled tank all on fire!
 
Where are you, Valya Petrov?- What a silly question of course:
With your tank you have closed a breach at the front.
Well, in the bulletins we will read: the enemy suffered a loss,
Well, and we are back where we started from.
 

Chechen Patriotic Song (The Land of Prophet Noah’s Grandsons)

A fire blazes up in our hearts,
We have lost to happiness,
May the almighty God bless you,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 
As a cheerless child,
So don’t look at me,
For you're a shining star,
I would sacrifice myself for you, my Chechnya!
 
There is no God except God,
May the almighty God bless you,
There is no God except God,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 
Breaking you will not make you kneel down,
We will not let them break your honour,
It is impossible to gain a golden sun,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 
Stop a bullet to his soul,
Sends compliments for you,
I would die in your sons stead,
I would sacrifice myself for you, my Chechnya!
 
There is no God except God,
May the almighty God bless you,
There is no God except God,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 
When it see to hawk which is dancing tricky,
Sorrow and distress grow pale,
It is cheerfulness for our homeland,
Smile my Chechnya!
 
A fire blazes up in our hearts,
We have lost to happiness,
May the almighty God bless you,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 
There is no God except God,
May the almighty God bless you,
There is no God except God,
My Muslim Chechnya!
 

Give me the guitar

When this spring rain, which God gave me,
washes away this roadside dust from my feelings,
I will find my place where silence prevails.
I've been alone for a long time, my soul is screaming
 
Just give me the guitar, I wanna tell you about life,
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
 
There are so many long ways and I have so much sorrow.
All long winters, I was always alone.
I wanna tell you that I was wandering everywhere.
I didn't find happiness there so I was searching
 
Just give me the guitar, I wanna tell you about life,
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
 
When this spring rain, which God gave me,
washes away this roadside dust from my feelings,
I will find my place where silence prevails.
I've been alone for a long time, my soul is screaming
 
Just give me the guitar, I wanna tell you about life,
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
about the freedom without love and that I'm still alone
 

When I say it's over, it's over

Hug it out, and pretend we were never together
Is that ok? I don't have time to explain
Forget about it, whatever I gave doesn't matter
I neglected myself just because I met you
 
There's no other way, it's scary how outrageous I was
Always continuing without personal regard, I was too stupid
 
*Chorus*
If you say it's not love, don't lie, it was a little crush
If you say it's not hate, don't make a fuss, don't pretend to sigh
Just say I was too complimented, never stopped letting myself get hurt
I tell myself this is how feelings are
Just a little bit and I lose my mind
 
Hug it out, and understand this can't go on for longer
Is it ok? Let's not care who owes who what
Forget about it, anything I give won't be enough
I'm finally saved, I don't want to put up with this ugly mess
 
There's no other way, is that not ok? There's no one here anymore
Pretending to get along will wear us down
 
*Chorus*
 
Don't regret it, just count it as a mistake
In the future, you won't think of me as uch
That's good enough
If I'm not there, will you be sad
Will it be enough for you that I'll be free?
 
If you say it's not love, don't lie, it was a little crush
If you say it's not hate, don't make a fuss, don't pretend to sigh
One day we'll empathize, one day we'll forgive
I'll try to find an answer and it'll be really simple
Simple enough that it's regretful, because it'll mean we grew
It's something we have no choice but to be used to
Because we grew, when we suddenly say it's over, it'll be over
 

All the young women

All the young women, mother, have gotten married
they married the most beautiful men,
but me, the youngest one, the most beautiful
am left, mother, without fate.
 
I married the young drunkard
who drinks wine, liquor.
He's always going, mother, to the taverns
drinks, frolics, riots until dawn.
 
Every night, darling, I go to the taverns
all for that wretched liquor,
and when I return darling from the tavern,
hits beats, beats after me.
 

A song for you

Hear my song
Which, because of you, I finished
Feeling so overdue
 
Do not expect
To achieve love
Can you be my friend?
 
I'll avoid
Argument
But I can bear it
 
I'm only your friend
Do not be angry if I don't want to leave
If you accept it, thanks for it
Just listen to my song for you
 
Do not expect
To achieve love
Can you be my friend?
 
I'll avoid
Argument
But I can bear it
 
I'm only your friend
Do not be angry if I don't want to leave
If you accept it, thanks for it
Just listen to my song for you
 
Hooh, hoh
 
You said 'keep it up!' So I did.

Temper

*note: In Russia it is considered healthy to immediately plunge into cold water after being warmed up by a hot bath or spa. This can be translated as 'tempering'.
 
Bros! Let's all dive in! ...three-four!
 
We were drinking with our friends
And drunkenly decided
That tomorrow we will temper together
 
We got up earlier in the morning
Grabbed our towels
And went to bathe in the ice hole
 
We shouted like penguins
And yelled like bisons
Because it was very very cold, radishes.
 
But we knew, we definitely knew
That we would very soon become
We would become cool and fearless walruses
 
REF:
And our neighbors looked out the window
They, fools, couldn't understand
That to temper is cool
Every minute you get higher, strengthen
And you are bettering your health
 
And now bros, let's swim up, three-four.
 
We are cool like Rambo
And we honestly are tempering
Soon we will become like Stallone, let's jump in
 
We are diving like penguins
And screaming like moose
Because all our hair has been covered by ice
 
The engineer Taras Petrovich smiled very brightly,
Because from the cold his tooth split
 
My jaw has hung open, because my saliva has frozen in my mouth
But you cannot scare him with such foolishness, bros.
 
I am not joking,
I will prove this bros,
Tempering is fantastic
Crazy good and healthy
Stimulates the blood vessels
 
And it's so great
sends away
Phylococcus
Kills any Diplodocus
 
Use condoms.
Borya, swim deeper
Butthead, Butthead, you look, that one with the spot, that one with the beard, yes, two bald ones are swimming. Like two bobs.
 
We were diving very long, comrades.
And the neighbors were all looking
And then when we completely froze.
 
They drug us home
They warmed us up on coals
And then we were taken away by the ambulance
 
Reanimation is now our second home
Since we got sick with all kinds of nonsense
 
Prostate and UTI, comrades
Pneumonia and bronchitis
 
The freezing off of important tissues,
We will never become fathers
And maybe that's for the best
 
But we are optimists and you cannot scare us
Once we get better, we will get used to it
 
To fires and floods
Any kinds of floods
 
For bites of insects
To become like Sylvester Stallone
 
And now comrades timurovians, let's go!
Into the the ice hole! After comrade Lenin
And after other friends of pioners! Forward!
Yeah! Comrade Vasya! Give me the drum!
Vladimir Ilyich, put your hands away!